"Play the game, boys," he said, faintly, "and don't—tell—mother! My—arm—I——"
Then he fell like a log.
"She's got a fit!" cried the pitcher.
"I'm afraid it's worse than that," said Lyman, a moment later. "I think her arm is broken!"
CHAPTER XXIV
THE IDOL TOTTERS
Gay was sent home in an improvised ambulance, a farm wagon filled with hay. His arm was broken, and it proved to be an ugly fracture. But when it was set the doctor said,—
"You bore it bravely, Miss May—better than most boys."
The doctor's praise was sweet to Gay and he smiled faintly in reply; he was too weak to answer with his usual animation.